Christmas is for children. But it is for grownpus too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chill and hidebound hearts.

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Christmas is for children. But it is for grownpus too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chill and hidebound hearts.

-- Anonymous

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It’s as if, in the mother’s eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child first reads the message: You are there!.

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In my wildest dreams, you always be my hero. In my darkest hour of night, you rescue me and you save my life.

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A mom will sit in the rain to watch her child sit on the bench.

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The day we met is a day I will cherish until the end of time. I have never felt as happy as I do when you are by my side.

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All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.

-- Anonymous

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